0 comments/ 34450 views/ 0 favorites Writing Porn By: Egmont0409 CHAPTER 1 A black cloud settled over a house at 23 Walton St near the edge of the city because Charlotte and her husband Finnegan (Finn) O'Toole were bored. They were not going out because neither of them went walking, being young people, and anything else that cost money to visit was out because Charlotte had been fired from the Milk Distributors where she had worked feeding caps into machines capping containers of watered-down milk. Finn's company where he was a pantyhose quality inspector was not yet downsizing because of the economic recession but there were ominous rumblings from the boardroom at frequent emergency meetings. Sales were down with cash-strapped women wearing cheap knee-high socks instead of pantyhose or unfashionable tights. Charlotte a college dropout was the brains of the family and had said, "We have to cut back in case you are fired." Finn was appalled but that passed when he found the cutback comment related to spending, not to sex. He pushed Charlotte over the kitchen table and had a quickie to celebrate and she was pleased thinking Finn's interest in her was renewing because he'd been visiting that sexy bitch across the street rather too frequently of late. A bit of la-di-dah over the fence was acceptable but not as frequently as every other night. "I'm bored," Finn sighed. "Go and masturbate." "I've already done that and don't want a quick repeat because I want to leave a hefty shot in the barrel for you." Charlotte moistened the crotch of her pants in delight. But when he sighed again and said he was bored she snapped, "You having your laptop sitting over there gathering dust. Write something." "Write what?" "I don't know. Write and submit to Literotica. All kinds of dopes do that." "Are you calling me a dope?" "Only be implication. Don't be so sensitive." Fifteen minutes at sitting at the laptop Finn asked, "What should I write about?" "Sex you idiot. What else is on your mind?" "Er drinking forty cans of Bud light." "God you are acclimatizing. Before we immigrated here you said Yankee beer tastes like cat's piss." "Well no one here gives you free English beer because it costs too much. I was forced to recant." "Recant is a strange word for you. Did Mrs Isaacs teach you that?" "Mrs Isaacs? Charlotte sighed. "You go to her house every second night to change a tap washer." "American tap washers are crud, they don't last, not like English ones." "I think you'll find over here using a rubber on compression faucets belongs to the days of the ark. They have various proprietary systems. Alternatively most of my girlfriends have faucets incorporating a ceramic disc." "How do you know so much?" "Unlike you darling I suffered an accident at birth; I was born with intelligence and later refined my ability to use my brain." "It's an urban myth that babes have brains; ask any guy." Charlotte said, "Will you stop this mind-numbing tirade. Unless you write something to publish on Literotica I'll stop you visiting Mrs Isaacs." "Oh don't do that. It's easy to write about sex. Tell me, do the husbands of your girlfriends wear rubbers?" "Not when engaging with their wives, only when they go out of bounds and try someone like me. Oh dear what am I saying. Is that the doorbell?" "I didn't hear it?" "That's because you should be working on your article. Get started please Finn. Once you post it you may have me back-door." "It's an urban myth that babes allow their husbands to go backdoor. Women only permit anal when they go out of bounds." "You know too much for your own good Finnegan Paddy O'Toole. Get on with your work. I'm off to do the ironing." Finn made a promising start, according to him. Charlotte read it and said might be okay when polished and it was pretty pedestrian. "Pedestrian?" "Yes you write as if you've never fucked anyone but your wife." "Well um I haven't." "You lying toad and you weren't even born in Ireland Mr O'Toole. You should go out of bounds and get some experience." "Really?" "Ohmigod, what am I saying? I know, you won't wish to write about Mrs Isaacs because that would give your game away and I don't want you damaging my girlfriends with your fundamentally flawed sexual practices and I don't want you doing it with women we don't know. Look mom and my sister arrive on vacation next week. Broaden your experience with them." "Okay if you insist." "I do and if you manage to insert into either them I'll be astonished." "Then how will I gain experience?" "Going after pussy is four-fifths of what makes sex exciting darling. Don't your buddies tell you that?" "Oh yeah." "Yeah, as disciples of urban myths you guys would believe anything you are told." It was Saturday and Lucy their daughter came home from a sleepover at a friend's place. Lucy was six and had been born in America so even at that tender age she was able to correction her parents in word choice like, "They're not called bangers daddy; they are sausages." "Mrs Simons said she fancies you daddy. What does that mean?" "It means she likes my after-shave," said Finn, wondering what else Mrs Simons had said about him. Later Lucy wanted to go for a walk so Charlotte called up a neighbor's older girl and arranged for Nevada to take Lucy for a walk for a payment of ten bucks. While Charlotte was busy with her nails that gave Finn the peace he needed to write creatively about fucking the big tits of Mrs Simons. Charlotte read what Finn had written and only suggested one change. "No suburban guy has a fifteen-inch dick darling. In my experience nine inched is absolute max." Finn thanked his wife for being such a walking database of information. Making the change he read what he'd written in that chapter for submission to the Literotica website. - - - Desmond's wife said he could go out and play and should fuck someone. It would take pressure off her. He couldn't think of anyone to fuck but just then Bonnie French, at least he thought her name was Bonnie, said hi. He walked over to chat and she eyed his bulge and said he was stacked. Yummy yummy. Before Desmond could figure out what to do she grabbed him by the belt buckle and led him inside and fucked him. Putting his nine-inch piece of meat away, still dripping, Desmond thought what a great fuck. He would have married Mrs French had she not been married. Oh damn it he was married too. He went home and peeled potatoes for dinner. - - - - Mid-morning Monday, with Lucy at elementary school, her parents went to the local airport. Charlotte's sister and their mom were excited and lively, having stopped over in New York for shopping and to break their journey. Finn kissed his mother and whispered, "May I fuck you tonight?" "Certainly not," she said, indignantly, "I'm British." She then jarred his teeth with a slap. Fortunately the other two were weeping in a hug and hadn't noticed that exchange. Charlotte was driving because it was her car (they had sold Finn's SUV) and Pamela, who was sitting in the back with Finn, placed a hand over his covered dick and whispered, "What you proposed earlier... what do you have in mind?" "Research." "How can balling me be research?" "I'm writing a sex story and Charlotte suggested I widen my experience by balling you." "So Charlotte put you up to this? Well she always was over-sexed. Sneak into my room tonight." "But Wendy will be in your room?" "Tough. If she wakes you'll have to plug her as well." Finn worried. Pamela was so old, almost fifty. She'd be lucky to remember where her pussy was and it probably would have virtually dried out from not being used for perhaps fifteen years. He was saved by the bell; actually it was his phone ringing. "Drop me off at the plant honey," he said after the operations manager had spoken to him. "The board has made some tough decisions and the executives are calling us in to brief us." "Ohmigod, you're going to be fired." "Hush darling. Mrs Isaacs told me you were so un-American being so negative. Look on the bright side." "What bright side?" "Dunno." * * * Cedric Cox the operations manager had replaced the chief executive who'd been fired. An hour later when it was Finn's turn to enter the CEO's office Cedric greeted him with a big smile. "We have had our eye on you for sometime Finn." Christ they were going to fire him instead of giving him the option of taking a salary cut. "You don't spend you time propositioning female workers or stand around hands in pockets whistling opera. No you take a real interest in quality control and have an tremendous record in spotting machined production defects." Huh? "Charlie, hand Finn your car keys." Charlie Hoyt was hosiery plant manager. He passed over the keys, eyes red from crying. He was told to pick up his severance pay and leave forthwith. "You are our new hosiery plant manager," Cedric said coldly. We've been forced to economize and cut back the salary but it will still be $40,000 p.a. more than what you are getting now. Congratulations." "Thank you Mr Innes and congratulations on your elevation." "Call me Cedric. You are senior management now. Gloria Snow from HR has been promoted to be your PA. She has a degree in business management so can hold your hand while you pick up on things. Call the next guy in as you leave and report immediately to HR." Two hours later Finn drove home and Charlotte, who was fairly plain and in her prime at twenty-eight, thinking he was being driven by a sympathetic employee who'd retained her job came flying out the house, auburn hair and tears streaming. She braked to an abrupt stop, mouth dangling, when she saw her husband step out of the car grinning and saying, "This Sangria Red Taurus is my company car, my salary has lifted by $40k, I have oodles of company employee benefits available only to top managers and my title is hosiery plant manager." "Ohmigod. Why have I been crying?" "Dunno." "Oh my baby, come to momma." The family gathered and congratulated him. "Ohmigod, what do you know about management?" Charlotte squealed. "Nothing but I have a sexy babe as my tutor and if I don't perform she'll get my job." "Oh darling, perform and fuck her if necessary to maintain her loyalty." Charlotte's mother and her 20-year-old sister nodded in agreement. That night Finn sneaked into the guestroom. Just as he finished fucking his mother, unspectacularly, Wendy awoke, figured what was going on and whispered, "I want a piece of that." Finn wrote about Wendy. - - - - Desmond's baby sister, only twenty, came to stay. When his wife went out shopping Desmond shafted Debbie real good. She was tight and he just kept cumming every couple of minutes, juice went everywhere. The bitch bit his tongue, raked his back with her nails and covered his shaved chest all over with heavy sucks that would appear as love bites next morning and his wife would know what an asshole he was. "You were good Debbie." "You were okay Desmond. Actually I prefer it up the butt." Desmond thought ah well, there's always tomorrow night to attend to that request. He wondered if his mom would be proud of them for coming together like that. He hoped Debbie wasn't pregnant. Well they'd know in nine months he supposed. CHAPTER 2 Driving to work Finn thought Gloria Snow would be too much up herself to bother with the likes of him. She was a beautiful. Blonde, six-two just like him, and with great legs and little titties although a little larger than his, well he supposed so. She had a master's degree and her father was president of City-Rural Bank. She would be after his job. Gloria came in five minutes early. "Oh hi Mr O'Toole. I don't suppose you remember me?" "I do actually. We had a dance at the Christmas Party last year and you kissed me but wouldn't allow me to feel your tits." "You can do that now if you wish Mr O'Toole. I am desperate to make a good impression on you because I know I have the knowledge and you don't. This makes it very awkward for me." "It's okay. I'll teach you things learned from the work floor that you never will have learned at college." "Groom me for what job?" "My job." "Ohmigod no. I aim to prove myself as a loyal and high-performing PA and then to return to HR as assistant manager and then go in as assistant operations manager and then operations manager and then at the age of say thirty-four quit and have a couple of babies if I've married by then." "Is that so?" Finn said, absolutely surprised. He knew he had the natural cunning to run this to his advantage. "Well I'll do everything to keep your career plans on track Gloria and I do mean everything. Look call me Finn. Are you aware that it's traditional for a boss to have sex with his PA?" Gloria's eyes went huge. "No they didn't teach us that at college." "I bet they didn't." "Finn, does that mean just a little bit of sex or all the way sex?" Finn thought he'd sound more convincing and more like a genuinely caring boss if he took a risk. "That will be up to you Gloria." "Ohmigod, really? I had a fleeting thought you were out to exploit me." "Who me? Oh come on Gloria. Look sweetie, you look at these wall charts and try to make sense of them for me and read my job specification that's on your desk. Then look through the drawers and cupboards and then your computer for anything useful. I'd think weekly reports to Monday's management meeting would be the place to start." "God, you have nous for someone without a degree." "Thanks, well I'll go down on to the floor and take the crap from the gals and girls I've been working with for some years. They'll be thinking there is something going on between Cedric and me... er of course that's the work of despicable rumor-mongers. I only focus on pussy. It's time to show them I'm not the CEO's puppet. Oh Gloria, are you on the pill?" "Yes why?" Her face turned pink and she grinned, "Naughty boy." "As I said sweetie, it's over to you how far you wish to go. You know I'm married don't you?" "Yes to Charlotte and you have a daughter Lucy who's six. I've read your file just as you would have read mine." "Yeah," Finn lied. At 5:25 Finn popped back to the office and said in faked surprise, "Are you still here?" "Yes, come in an lock the door Finn. Oh I bought my CV up on your computer just in case you hadn't read it thoroughly." * * * Finn drove home wondering yet again was he locked in a dream. And yet some things were too real for a dream, like the feel of Gloria's juice from her pussy dripping on to his chest. In a dream you can imagine the discharge but you don't feel it splatter. "God I hope those three women at home don't all wish to be fucked tonight." After dinner the women went to a girls' movie, though politely inviting him and they couldn't believe he said yes but then saw his stupid look. He'd put Lucy to bed just after arriving home. She'd been bathed and fed and was waiting for him to read a story. He did that with great pleasure. He checked her to find her needing an arm tucked in and then went off to begin writing, based on that day's events. - - - - Desmond was caught in a company shake-down due to deteriorating market conditions. He lost his job in downsizing but was given the chance to continue on, same salary, as Miss Marks's PA. God what a battle-axe but he decided to try it. He arrived next morning to begin working for her and found she'd been caught in the wave of second-thought firings late the previous afternoon. Fuck, that meant his new job was gone. But no, a buxom blonde with lovely blue eyes came in and threw down her coat. Desmond thought by the way she was standing she'd have strong thighs. Her shoes looked unfashionable. "Are you Adams?" "Yes ma'am." "It's miss. Hang up my coat. It is my duty to turn you into a good PA because your career path is through into HR, then treasury, then plant management, then marketing and then we believe that's where you'll languish till you retire." "Thank you miss." "Now let's get this straight. I'm gay and if you come into the office and I'm fucking one of the women you are not to snigger." "Yes I understand miss." "You may call me Gloria. You're not gay are you? I can't stand gay men." "You are entitled to think like that Gloria." "What's that? Oh yes. Are you liberal?" "Well if you are fucking one of your female employees feel free to invite me to join you two Gloria." "Well I guess we can't get more liberal than that. Pull it out and let's see what you've got." "Well I be darned. It's small but exactly the right width to take up the butt without pain. I think you and I are going to get along fine Adams, er I mean Desmond." - - - - Finn yawned and thought that would be enough for the night. He went to bed and thought about the real Gloria. She had sucked him so beautifully, looking up at him subserviently and in fact almost worshipfully. Well he did have an extra large knob and that helped her stop in time on her backstroke. He'd stroked her hair and smiled and he could tell, however wrong he was, that she loved him. Well perhaps it was just having fellatio that was ringing her bell. She had pretty small tits so a satisfying tit fuck appeared unlikely. She spat his cum into the trash can. Gloria wiped her mouth and looked at him deeply and what she then said really rattled his nuts. She said please it to her anally. Oh boy. She bent over the desk and Finn gleefully parted her beautifully shaped and firm cheeks and went down and sucked everything in sight, on his way to a fuck he already thought was bound to be in his best top ten ever. Well it certainly was memorable. Darling sweet Gloria was strong and bucked so savagely she sent him on a flip over her head and he crashed into his chair, almost breaking his back. She apologized saying she was concentrating so intently in thumping pussy she'd forgot to warm she was about to climax. She said proudly that was the most she'd ever cum in a single fuck in her entire life. Finn was sure she meant her adult life. Finn arrived home next evening wondering what did managers really do. Although Gloria worked flat out he'd done virtually nothing but answer phone calls. The three women at home were horny so as soon as it was confirmed Lucy was asleep he was seized and devoured and a couple of hours later was tossed aside like a limp rag. Charlotte cleaned him up, carried him to bed and later returned with very late dinner and fed him. Next morning before he left for work Charlotte said, "I've read what you have written. That principal character of yours is an asshole." "Then that ought to make him very popular with female readers." "What? You need to convince me about that." "Don't all females think men are assholes?" She grinned for a moment and then said, "As a character Desmond is wafer-thin. He shows no tenderness and no respect for women. He focuses entirely on pussy. Your female characters are faceless... in fact you don't even paint their description. They may as well not have faces." "Well male readers would understand that. None will have ever met a woman who is satisfied with her face or her figure or for that matter satisfied with her pussy. Are you critical of my writing?" "Yes, as a matter of fact I am." "Why don't you go to the kitchen and get my breakfast. You sound just like those assholes on the Literotica website that slam into writers who have faithfully crafted their story and all those swine want to do is to hurl abuse." "Crap, that's the typical response from under-performing authors." At the office Finn said to Gloria, when you finish what you're doing might you have time for a philosophical chat?" Writing Porn From The Heart I have noticed the 'idealistic trend' of making women a passive aggressive, instead of recognizing them for their "power that radiates from within them" that truly appears to be the most frequent reason for them opening up to a male in need. We have too much bias for a horny lady permitting an aroused male the right to give them a good fucking, instead of - yielding to the maiden's equal member status for seeking sexual relief! Then to scorn sexual participants with morality codes of a sick society's attitude regarding unrealistic limitations on an adult's sexual needs, is stupidity to me! Mother kissing daughter while her (adult) son is emptying himself into his (adult) sister's cunt is acceptable to me – as long as they are all comfortable and contented afterward. In fact mama and daughter can switch places, as long as brother is still capable! Porn doesn't have to be "nasty", and can instead be an explicit method to illustrate the affection between humans, regardless of orientation. Close friends enjoying an orgy, or a dedicated couple inviting another into their bed is truly normality, and is something that frequently occurs – but the secret is kept, and it used as life's enhancement rather than a stored tool to control someone. This is reality rather than idealistic bullshit that is popularly spread! Now I am not saying that my view is the only view, but instead I am hoping to solicit more excitement for me by reading about fearless but affectionate fucking, from the innovative writers out there - without any weak couplings. I truly enjoy where the intensity of the rut is mutual, normal, and beautiful! Sex is a loving sleeping pill at night, with couples excitingly neutering each other to comfortably enjoy their bodies recharge, after the day's distentions. Solving curiosities, reducing barriers, and raising ego's confidence levels through successful seduction - along with sexual relief are the more natural reasons to copulate. Hero worship, career fucking, marrying just for sex or for status, is all classified as competitive sex, and I would prefer not to embellish this forte', unless I want to put a novel twist into it – like the nasty lady that marries the wealthy actor, while enjoying an ongoing sexual relationship with his gardener, only to realize she really loves her husband, and then applies her practiced skills accordingly (for both)! Yes, there is a place for getting nasty, and that is interesting reading also; however, the school teacher or professor that shares genitals with students for the purpose of exposing them to life's normality (while getting off themselves) should not be censored more than daddy fucking daughter. Double penetration is almost a comedy of a woman 'forcing' two guys to enjoy her, and is quite theatrical, though overkill as a stunt, instead of the delicious serial intimacy, like a party girl 'sniper' taking each 'target', one at a time into secluded intimacy for a chain of thrills. This is just my point of view! I write with honesty, and try to identify normal human lust without any judgment, meaning I will enter into contract openly, without prejudice. I love my wife, and we are mated for life – even though she is free to go at any time. If she were totally free from societies bondage, and had boyfriends that would fuck her occasionally, I would proud and happy for her enjoying personal freedom. I would also feel affection for the males that gave the one I love so much pleasure. And if the day ever comes when she can present me with a cream pie, she will find me lustfully adding a bit more cream into the mixture, while making emotional love to her at the same time. When I portray this attitude in my writing, many think of me as a wimp instead of a realist. To me nature dictates over the transgressions of mankind who creates illogical rules, which frequently abridge normality creating unrealistic legal structure that is totally unneeded. Incest obviously is a tool for evolution, since it was performed for ages prior civilization without any thought of protection. Unfortunately modern society, with a zero tolerance attitude, tends to eliminate affection from sexual activities while coldly promoting contracts (shallow marriages i.e. mistress and or gigolo of the week, rent a wife, rent a slave, etc.). "We only did it (fucking) because we were both aroused," and any thought of enjoying the activity while intensely comforting a loved one seems to be on the back burner, just showing up occasionally from the writers that make their donations from the general public. This attitude is promoted by frustration that always seems to amplify jealousy – something the aging process tends to subdue. The physical act of intercourse is something boys and girls do because they have the tools, and the programming that make it an absolutely necessity, biologically. Cumming into a pussy carries the tranquilizers a girl needs, and the shear pleasure and relief the male experiences after discharge into an eager receptacle is also lowering his testosterone; totally demonstrating the normal comforting and necessity of this beautiful act of sharing life's gifts. Porn stars have it right with proper attitudes toward the sex act itself as simple demonstrations of human lust, and they display it accordingly without complications (even though they are somewhat financially motivated). The multitude of 18 to 25 year old freelance hookers that our economy supports, tend to enjoy plying the art of seduction, the excitement of the rut, disobedience and defiance more than the financial rewards – while believing they are just having fun while getting paid for it. Exaggerating is something I try my best to avoid. The majority of us are just average, but still have normal lust and needs. I try to target them, rather than idealistic models of beauty. I would rather hump a torrid plump affectionate partner, than a shallow cold but permissive beauty. Normal cunts expand with relaxation, so a loose hot pussy to me is demonstrating my partners comfort and trust with me. Also, the most sensitive contact areas for boy girl intercourse is the opening entranceway of the pussy, and the base of a cock - meaning excitement for the girl would occur with the male's restraint to concentrate on rapid short thrusting, ideally with a short plump cock, mixed with lots of aural stimulation to keep her juices flowing. When the magic moment occurs, it is most pleasurable with the cock fully embedded, tip seeking cervix and squirting to add hot male fluids into the feminine goo, while her pussy muscles spasm and choke cock base. G spot? That is a source of extreme pleasure for winning a maiden over, and convincing her that you're the man she has to fuck, much like playing and licking the clitoris. I treat it as another appetizer ("fooling around") for the more serious and passionate rut. Anal sex for me is unnatural, even though I am not a homophobe. I love menage a trios and believe I am actually making love to my male partner through the medium of the woman that is enjoying the both of us. In fact I met my first wife this way (loving my best friend more then her at the time). He wanted to share his girlfriend with me as an act of camaraderie. [He never did marry, while enjoying my wife, her girlfriends, and his other girlfriends – All of which he shared with me] Although I can write about anal, I just cannot get passionate to the point I feel competitive. My first wife enjoyed it so I was there for her and only one other girl who experienced me that way, in all of 50 years. I am quite happy to go to the grave with my ass a virgin!! I do enjoy thinking about the passion and excitement of kissing my wife, while cumming into her girlfriends cunt, then slipping off her panting body to have my wife now straddle me and look into my eyes endearingly while she is steering my slippery cock into her pussy, that is twitching to re-energize me while we make love - without any jealousy or modesty. This is true love when one is seeking contentment for their partner, unconditionally! I would have loved to gratify my daughters and cousins needs, if they would have come to me as an adult; however, I was a bit sanctimonious at that time, and would have been very guilty of breaking societies extremely tight taboos - where I felt adultery was a game for adults, but incest a crime against humanity. Boy, was I a dumb asshole back then! In my middle years is where my sexuality awakened. I had fun with my neighbors wife (3 nights a week for 5 months), then an Israeli Sargent (that was a wonderful feminine aggressor – no bondage just intense seduction). I was making out with my first wife in a dark corner at a party when her girlfriend caught us; she quickly removed her panties, laid down on the couch and invited me into a torrid fuck, to my wife's glee. After going all the way, she got up and wiped our juices off her pussy with her panties stating she didn't want to drip, checked my cock and said "your wife is right about your staying power, now finish what I interrupted," she then took off for the ladies room to freshen up. My wife then gave me the hottest fuck of our marriage (and it was then open season on her girlfriends as a team). This to me is natural and normal, and is the cornerstone for all my later adventures, and for the fiction that I write; hopefully with demonstrative compassion because I wish my lovers to be contented, proud, and happy rather then guilty or embarrassed. My hope with this writing is to help authors stimulate their audience to unconditionally accept their roles in life without concern of any extra embellishments, that are unnecessary to enjoy life's greatest gift – FUCKING! Trivia concern on bust size for example is truly unnecessary, since the sexiest thing about partners is their personality, desire, intelligence, sincerity and ability to enjoy - and keep secrets. Basically bust size should truly not be a handicap as long as the nipples are sensitive and responsive, and the titties themselves just don't interfere with the action, that is so much more important! I just don't keep a mental trophy of my conquests by the size of their mammary. Cleavage is a turn-on, however my goal is to have her bent double, with her ankles close to my ears, while I am cumming deeply into her churning cunt, while she is moaning happily into my mouth as we tongue wrestle. Having her panties dangle from an ankle I find very sexy when I am removing her legs from my shoulders, forcing me to kiss and lick her pussy again to encourage a more naked intimacy. My last comment is about my outlook on the result of lots of fucking, and why adults should be prepared for the consequences. I wish I was more mature in my earlier lifetime, so as to realize that babies should not be a barrier or a problem, but a happy result when a good basic family unit is ready for their existence. Don't want babies? Use protection, but with the responsibility that if an accident happens you do the best you can to raise the tyke without punishing oneself or the baby. I know if I were young again and after establishing a good home, that I would enjoy sex parties with my wife, and if it ended up with her getting knocked up, the child is ours regardless of ethnic origin. We would raise it with family love while making sure it would have additional siblings to enjoy sharing life's experiences with. This to me is the definition of love, and what life is about! Enjoy writing what you feel without being forced into dishonesty, or be pressured by competitive exaggerations. Don't attenuate mental orgasms by fear of exposing your sexual self. Writing Porn "Have spare time? Finn I'm up to my ears doing my work and all of yours." Finn walked away in a huff wondering what she was talking about and had practically forgot what she'd said until he came across Cedric in the male executive's washroom. "Oh hi Finn. You are doing a great job delegating all of your work to Gloria. The poor kid will be under great pressure so we'll be able to see how she copes. You are grooming her well. Only great PA's can handle a heavy workload." "Thanks Cedric. She's keen and I watch her closely." "Oh great, then perhaps it's an oversight the daily reports on production output, production holdups and delays for them, reports on personnel attendances and reasons for lateness and sickness and data on quality inspections are coming through to me without your signature appended?" Finn blanched. "Er yes Cedric. I'm uh working on fine-tuning my personnel performance. I know I'm new to the job but you'll get no excuses from me." "Good show Finn. We picked you because we knew we were picking a winner." Finn almost decapitated the head of his cock in his hurry to zip up and race back to his office. He closed and locked the door and Gloria whined, "Do I have to perform fellatio now... I really am busy." "Gloria, darling. Could you please explain what my duties are, how do I perform them and what crosschecking systems I should apply?" "Gladly Finn. I would be grateful you taking some of your workload from me." For the next three days Finn took a crash course on production management. On Friday afternoon Gloria prepared him for his first management meeting on Monday morning. Only then did they fuck and then not particularly well. It had been a strenuous week for them. * * * Charlotte had left on Tuesday for eight days her mother and sister taking them to other parts of Colorado and then to Utah, Nevada, California and then returning via Arizona. Charlotte had left him a list that he had great difficulty with. It listed the name of each of Charlotte's friends with a child in Lucy's class with name, address and telephone number. On the way to work each school day Finn had to take Lucy to the mother on the list for that day and return to the same mother to pick up Lucy any time between 5:30 and 6:30. However being six and female Lucy didn't require the list; she knew the name of the friend she was going to each day and also knew the address and informed her dad when he was attempting to sort that out, even unsure of what day it was. To his embarrassment Finn heard Lucy tell her mom on the phone, "Getting me to the right place in the morning had daddy in a tizzy but he's now leaving it to me to give him instructions. I have no idea what trouble he has getting to the right place to pick me up. All the mothers want to mother him but I guess I should have expected that." Finn slapped his forehead and groaned was his daughter only six? Lucy had a sleepover on Saturday night at the home of one of her friends so Finn went to a friend's place for a sleepover. Gloria's parents were a bit put out to learn Finn was married but they were friendly enough and her mother placed them in the guest room at the far end of the house and next morning brought them breakfast in bed and told Finn he was making her daughter a very happy young woman. During the next few nights, mindful of Charlotte's criticism about faceless women and lack of sweet talk and caressing in his first-ever submission he proposed to post on Literotica's adult website, Finn set out to remedy that. - - - - Desmond splashed some lube on to a palm and worked it around his cock. What the fuck was Gloria doing at the mirror with tweezers when she'd just called she wanted to mate, er have sexual intercourse? He went up to take a close look. She was pulling black hairs out of her hooked nose. The bitch, she was not a true blond. She saw him in the mirror and asked with a yawn, "Oh hi darling is that boner for me?" "Yeah. Um I mean sweetheart this piece of sweet meat is ready for any part of your body you care to nominate." "God Desmond, are you sweet-talking me?" Huh? Oh yeah. "Yeah baby. I'm all over come with affection." "My dripping cum all over you was last night darling." "Oh yeah." Desmond stood partly behind Gloria and looked into the round magnifying mirror she was using. Her angelic face now looked like a war zone. He saw no sign of acne, although there were a couple of yellow heads ready to erupt. There were a couple of moles and extra large pores were apparent. He'd not noticed those ugly moles before. Christ, what was this? He peered at the red blotch and was undecided whether it was garden-variety eczema or early development of rosacea. The mirror tilted and beyond the unsightly bags under Gloria's eyes he'd never noticed until now, Desmond looked down the well-brushed fake blonde hair and saw the truth about her hair genes... there was a mass of black in the undergrowth. That confirmed absolutely she was a brunette in disguise and although they had been cohabiting in the most intimate fashion she'd withheld that dark secret about her hair coloring from him. Then as he peered even closer Desmond thought he saw something tiny move in her hair. Christ! His dick deflated and he rushed from the room. Would he ever be able to touch Gloria sexually ever again? He didn't know and wringing his hands in despair decided to give her a thousand bucks and tell her to go to a restorative beauty resort for a week. A week later Desmond answered the doorbell of his apartment. He said to the gorgeous brunette with puckered rosy red lips, "Yeah, what do you want? We're not buying." "Hello sailor?" "Fuck off. I never pay for it." "Desmond, it's me," Gloria said, defending her new look. "Oh so it is. I am so excited. Would you like a cup of coffee Gloria? Where have you been?" "You sent me to a restorative resort. They removed the lice colony from my hair, dyed my hair brunette which is what you wanted and taught me how to care for my face and also to improve personal hygiene." "Oh Gloria you did all that for me? Shucks I don't know what to say. Um perhaps I'll say thank you. What are you looking at?" "You're hair is going gray." "It is not. I don't have a gray hair on my body." "Then what's this?" "Ouch, that hurt. You should have warned me. Oh that. That's a white hair. You bitch, you substituted the hair you pulled." "I did not. Look here's another one." "Ouch. Stop that. If you continue I won't fuck you." Gloria started at Desmond, her top lip pulled back. "And that's another thing. A security guard at the resort I became friendly with had a dick that is two inches longer and wider than yours. I don't think you are adequate enough for me any more Desmond. If you are going to make the coffee you offered me I'll drink that and go and you'll not see me again ever." "Oh Gloria don't say that. It makes me sad. Listen, my mom told me all her friends tell her it's no fun any more as you grow older being married to a guy with a big cock." Gloria drank her coffee thinking about that. She said what his mom had told him made sense. The trouble was with younger women they never looked ahead. Perhaps young women were too busy getting dick enough times to satisfy them. "Um get your hair dyed Desmond and I'll stay on with you." "Okay." "Get it dyed blonde." Desmond was appalled. "Get fucked Gloria." - - - - Three hours after Charlotte had arrived back home she sent Lucy outside to play on her swing while mommy and daddy hit the bed running. Finn was cooking dinner because he was a better cook than his wife and after her bath he could hear Charlotte laughing hysterically. Mystified he investigated and found her rolling on the carpet, eyes streaming. "What? Tell me how I can help you?" "You...your...you...your..." Charlotte was unable to complete the sentence because she was still snorting in laughter. So she pointed. Finn looked up and saw she'd opened his laptop. He then clicked. She'd been reading his latest installments of his story and was up to the part where he'd given facial character to Desmond's girlfriend Gloria. He helped Charlotte to her feet, patted her ass under the thin dress and failed to feel a panty line. He became most interested but remembered he had to make sauce. So he retreated to the kitchen and only then wondered if Charlotte would think the character Gloria in his story was based on his PA Gloria. His face fell. What if Charlotte thought he'd based Desmond on himself and he was fucking his PA so he could write with realism? Oh fuck! He rushed off to check in the magnifying mirror he'd just purchased to see if any gray hairs had arrived since he'd last check four hours earlier. He thought while he was there he should also check for the first signs of rosacea and whether he could find any little critters around the roots of his hair. Finn concluded after due consideration it really was being stressful being married. It was much more difficult that writing porn. THE END